Well there you are. One more oneshot GaaLee fic to add to the pile. Once again I should say that this has not been edited or even spell checked, so please excuse mistakes.

Yup...

Water Logic

-or-

First Date

By ISMA

Gaara was begining to
believe that he hated Konohagure. It probably wasn't the best thing
to say out loud, but ever since he had arrived in the leaf village he
had felt an immense distaste for both the area and the populus.

It might have been the
wetness that Gaara loathed. The people of Konoha used water
like a cheap whore. They flushd it down toilets, threw it in the
streets, used buckets of it to bathe themselves and thier dogs.
Rain fell uncollected in to the gutter and was washed away unused.
People in Sunagakure knew how to treat water. Dogs in Sunagakure did
not bathe.

Maybe that was why Gaara
had called a recess in his meetings with the Hokage. Seeing that
woman, who he only grudgingly viewed as an equal, down half a pitcher
of water over the course of thier discussions had made him more than
a little cranky. Even Gaara knew that cranky could become murderous
given the right insentive.

He may have been new to
diplomacy, but Gaara was pretty sure that 'short recessess' were not
supposed to be more than an hour long. At the same time, he knew
that if he didn't wan't to go back he wasn't going to. He had spent
the last thirty minutes carefully massacring a colony of ants in the
park. It was fun. Gaara almost smiled.

He was distracted
slightly when he felt the force of something hitting his Sand from
above. It was a vaugly familiar feeling, a slight pressure instead
of the satysfying pull of something being caught and dismembered.
Gaara looked up, and then behind himself. Too see a familiar
black-haired leaf-nin sprawled on his back in the grass.

"Gaara!" the
leaf-nin cried, jumping to his feet and grining like a madman, Gaara
breifly wondered why the sand hadn't maimed him yet.

In response, Gaara
grunted, both to cover the fact that he couldn't remember the
leaf-nin's name and to express his wish to be left alone. He
considered turning back to the enteraining ants, but the leaf-nin
obviously wanted something and some memory told Gaara that he
wouldn't stop until he got it.

That slight twinge of
memory brought Gaara back to wondering who the strange nin was. He
was certainly familiar, although Gaara was pretty sure that he hadn't
killed him yet. The green jump suit streached tightly over
well-developped mustles, reavealing the lines in his arms, abdomin,
and... Gaara was pretty sure that everyone in Sunagakure wore
underwear, apparently this was not true of Konoha.

"Do I know you?"
Gaara demanded finally, when he realized he had been staring at
certain bulges in the nin's outfit for longer than necessary.

Gaara was pretty clueless
when it came to speaking with other people, but he knew that it was
considered rude when you didn't remeber someone. Temari had reminded
him of this social rule the day before, when he had unknowingly
forgotten the exstance of the Hokage's secretary only a few moments
after they had been introduced. However, the
nin-in-the-tight-jumpsuit simply grinned wider and responded with an
exuberant "hai!".

"Oh." That was
good to know, Gaara thought.

"I'm Rock Lee. We
fought during the Chunin exam." The nin said, "I almost
died." This was followed by another grin and a stragely
hypnotic laugh. Gaara briefly wondered if the nin was insane. Gaara
turned back to the ants.

"Do you want to go
for ramen?" Lee asked from behind him, destracting him once more
from his genocide.

"What?"

"Do you want to go
get ramen with me?" Lee said again, not slower or louder like
many nin tented to do when he asked for a repetition. Gaara once
again turned from the ants to look Rock Lee in the face, but he was
thwarted by the Bulge, which drew his attention like a magnet.

"Didn't I try to
kill you?" He asked the Bulge.

"Hai!" It
replied. A moment of silence followed by a questioning noise from the
direction of the Bulge.

Finally Gaara felt like
it was time to shut the strange Bul- nin down. Using skills he had
gained years earlier, Gaara excersized his amazing powers of
diflection to make the annoying thing go away.

" I don't like you."
He told it.

"Lots of people
don't like me" Lee replied, although Gaara had yet to look at
his face, "That shouldn't stop you from enjoying Delicious Free
Noodles."

Gaara wondered if maybe
Lee's logic should make less sense, but he was bored and the bulging
nin was offering him ramen. Everyone like ramen, even Gaara. He
nodded and stood, brushing the dirt and dead ants from his clothes
and lifting his gourd onto his shoulder. Now that he was standing it
was easier to ignore the Bulge, since he was at eye level with Lee.
The nin grinned once more before taking Gaara by the hand and leading
him out of the park.

Gaara didn't even notice
that Lee had touched him until they had reached the small ramen stall
and he was released. He might have spent more time thinking over the
failure of his Ultimate Defense but Lee was ordering and the nice
stall man was bringing them ramen. If there was anything that
justified Kohona's distressing waste of water it was the ramen. You
couldn't get ramen in Sunagakure unless it was a festival day.
Mostly the food in the Sand village could be prepared with little or
no water, which ment no soup, which meant no ramen.

Gaara considered the
possibility of importing water specifically for the purpose of More
ramen in Sunagakure. Maybe he could make a law...

He was quickly distracted
from his thoughts by Lee's chattering, and Gaara soon found himself
actually paying attention. It was easier to listen to the exuberant
nin now that the Bulge was safely hidden under the table, and Gaara
found himself almost entertained by Lee's conversation. Certainly
the nin made sense, more sense than most people.

It was over an hour
before Gaara realized that he had finished his ramen, and that he was
in an involved convorsation over the benifits of pit traps vs. Things
Falling on Your Enemy's Head. Lee had pulled a piece of charcoal
from his pocket and was drawing on the counter top. Gaara's leg had
somehow managed to get iteslef pressed up agains't Lee's knees
without his knowledge, and every now and then Lee found himself
laying a hand on Gaara's shoulder. The Defense stayed in it's gourd,
although Gaara probably wouldn't have noticed if the gourd itself got
up and did a cancan dance.

Both nin were compleatly
engrossed in each other, right up until Gaara's sister brought her
hand down on the table in front of them. The Sand reacted, pushing
her hand away automatically. Gaara and Lee looked up for a moment,
Lee greeting her with a cheerfull "Good evening!". Temari
opened her mouth, most likely to yell, but was interrupted as Gaara
turned back to Lee as if she didn't exsist.

"You can't waste
that much water in the desert. " He said, one of the longest
sentances Temari had ever heard come from his mouth.

"You could always
pour boiling oil on them." Lee responded brightly.

Gaara smiled, a
frightening thing for almost everyone present, "I like oil."

"Hey!" Temari
shouted.

She was greeted with
equally annoyed looks from both boys. "You've been missing for
over two hours." She told her younger brother, ignoring his
companion completly.

"Theres a lot of oil
in the desert." Lee said, Gaara nodded.

"Dammit Gaara!"
Temari shouted. Gaara glared in response but stood, knowing his short
break was over.

"I have to go."
He told Lee, "I'm the Kazekage now, you know."

"Really? Thats
great!" Lee gave him the good-guy-grin once again, he had told
Gaara that every one of his smiles had a title, and gave the Kazekage
a thumbs up.

"Come by tomorrow,
we can have okonomiyaki!" Lee said, standing. Once again
Gaara's eyes were caught by the Bulge. He gave a slight nod, not
even winceing at Lee's ear splitting "YOSH!", and followed
Temari back to the Hokage's office and more stifling talks.

He gave Lee, and the
Bulge, a soft goodbye. Konoha really wasn't that bad when you got
used to it. He certainly would be spending more time in the leaf
village from now on.

Briefly, Gaara wondered
if he could teach them how to take care of thier water.

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